Dark Paradise (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2~ Detention

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I walk into the detention room and immediately want to run away. People are acting like a pack of hyenas gone wild. Some are throwing paper snowballs across the room, some yelling at each other from the back seats, some pushing kids younger than them just to show off. I don't know what came over me, but I got really mad and yelled "STOP!" before I could stop myself. I yelled it so loud that everyone paused and looked up. 

"Who the hell are you?" A kid asked. 

"It doesn't matter. What is going on here?" I asked. 

"You're that new student right? Don't act so smart. We can do anything we want," a jock said. 

I don't know what I said or did to make these people hate me. I don't even know them...

"Everyone in your seats!" Yelled a teacher from behind. 

I was relieved that I was saved. If the teacher hadn't come into the room, God knows what I would have done. 

"I'm Mrs. Hall, your detention teacher today. You're going to be in groups of three and I will tell you all what you will be doing today. When I call your names get into your groups. Alison, Josh, and Nick. Stanley..." 

She finally comes to my name. "Laila, Sevina, and Alexis." 

I only knew Alexis in the group, since she had gotten detention with me. I went over to Alexis' desk and said hi to her and Sevina. Sevina was a pretty girl. About 5"7, jet black hair, green eyes, full pink lips and pale. Alexis on the other hand was 5"5, red hair, hazel eyes, pinkish lips, and had a tan. Both girls were pretty. 

"Each group will get a place in the school to clean. Stop by the janitor's closet, to get supplies and get to work. I will know if you are cleaning or not because there will be someone that will go aroundn to supervise you guys. Shame on all of you for getting detention on the first day of school." 

We all started piling out of the room. We stopped by the janitor's closet and grabbed rags, mops, sprays, and extra garbage bags. We walked to the other end of the building and went into the art room. We set up our stuff and were ready to go. With me cleaning the table tops, Alexis mopping the floor, and Sevina picking up garbage, we were a good team. 

"So, why did you get detention Laila?" Sevina asked. 

"I talked back to Ms. Brown," I tell her. 

When I look at her, her eyes are wide, with a slight look of admiration. 

"What?" I ask.

"She's the rudest teacher ever. Everyone knows not to talk back or mess with her. And I mean everyone. Principal, lunch ladies, security guards...," She trailed off.

"Noted. What about you? Why did you get detention?" I ask her.

"I needed a drink of water. So I got my water bottle out and was about to drink it when she yelled at me. She said I shoudln't be getting off task. I wasn't even off task. She was giving a lecture and I could hear her just fine. Also, she thought it was vodka. Not water. When I told her she was wrong she was like you better change your attitude." 

"Wow. She's rude isn't she?" 

"Oh yeah. No one knows why. She was one of the nicest teachers. I guess her divorce really changed her." 

Interesting...maybe I could look into her life....

For the next hour and a half we cleaned the art room and english room. I wonder what kind of punishment was this. Ms. Brown better be happy that I cleaned, taking up much of my valuable time. 

I was waiting outside for Gabe when Sevina and Alexis came up beside me. 

"Hey need a ride?" Alexis asked. 

"Oh. No. Sorry. I'm waiting for my brother," I tell her. 

"You have a brother?" They both ask at the same time. 

"Yeah...why?" I ask. 

"Nothing. Just asking. Does he go here?" Sevina asked. 

"Yes. He's in 12th grade," I tell her. 

"Cool. We gotta go. See ya tomorrow? And friends?" Alexis asks. 

I smile. I made friends! On my first day! "Of course. Bye!" 

"Bye!" They both say and head off to their cars. 

Shortly after they had gone, Gabe came up in his red Ferrari...man that car is awesome! 

"Hello. How was detention?" Gabe asked, almost teasing me. 

"Horrible. Me and my friends cleaned two classrooms," I tell him. 

"Friends?" He looked at me as if I had said something wrong. 

That's what we managed to catch? "Yes. Friends. It's when you meet people and get to know them." 

"I know what friends are. But we're not here for friends. We're here for a mission," Gabe explains to me. 

"Gabe, loosen up. We're gonna be here for a while. It's the start of the year and there are 2,000 kids at this school. The mission is going to take a while," I try to assure him. 

There was a moment of silence and finally he broke it. "Be careful, yeah?" 

"Always. Oh and what happened at the accident site?" I ask. 

"A bus had swerved off the highway. Four people died and many were injured," he told me. 

"Oh my gosh. How did you help?" I ask. 

"I couldn't, I was too late. And I can't just go out there and help. I actually need a reason to save people without raising suspicions. I need to figure out a way to help them." 

"I'm sure you'll come up with something." 

"We're gonna make a good team," he says. 

"Gabe we're already a good  team. We work together on all the missions and we always top them, because we're the best," I remind him. 

"Oh Laila. You're funny. But that's true," he says laughing. 

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Hello everyone! I'm sorry if everyone was like WHAT THE HECK??!! NO UPDATE?! I actually needed someone to proof read my story before I got it up and it took me hella long to find someone. I hope I can get the next chapters up sooner. Nonetheless, here it is Chapter 2! This is still weak, but I really hope you guys like it! Please let me know what was good or bad so that I can make the next chapters better! Thank you for supporting my 1st chapter! ~Jazzy

Chapter question~

1. What could Laila possibly mean about looking into Ms. Brown's life? 0.o